Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happyyou could die. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonley in your company, but that was love and it's an ache I still remember. You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end. So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends, but I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over, but had me believing it was always something
that I've done, and I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say, you said that you could let it go and I wouldn´t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.
But you didn´t have to cut me off, make out like it never happend and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a streanger and that feels so rough. You didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your numbers. I guess that I don't need that tough, now you're just somebody that I used to know.